Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Algeria and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Simply Red to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
10cc,
The Monochrome Set,
Index,
The Misunderstood,
Minutemen,
Tommy Roe,
Yazoo,
Simply Red,
Bauhaus,
The Neon Judgement,
DNA,
Yusef Lateef,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Dirtbombs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eli Mardock,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
China Crisis,
Prince Buster,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Masters at Work,
Sun Ra,
Das Ding,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Moody Blues,
Can,
Johnny Clarke,
The Knickerbockers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Arthur Verocai,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Inner City,
The Cramps,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Amazonics,
Whodini,
The Fire Engines,
Chris Corsano,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Motions,
Leonard Cohen,
Niagra,
The Mojo Men,
Joe Finger,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Flipper,
Sandy B,
Pulsallama,
Soul Sonic Force,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Terry Callier,
Tres Demented,
Dave Gahan,
Arab on Radar,
Godley & Creme,
Delon & Dalcan,
Magma,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.